March 28th, 2005

Roadkill

It's Not the Day, It's the Miles.

I may just have done my last Easter dinner with my family. It has nothing to do with my family, and everything to do with the fact that I don't get Easter Monday off, which means I'm always stuck having to drive 200+ miles after dinner through traffic that seems to get worse every time I make the trip.

It'd been a couple of years since I last went down to NJ for Easter. Last year I didn't go because it was two days after my accident, and I still was in a lot of pain. This year, though, the day dawned bright and sunny, and I was healthy. I just went down for the day, and the ride down was fine. Traffic was light, and I made excellent time. Dinner was at Sis #2's house, and the parentals and five of the seven sibs were there. Got to play with assorted nieces and nephews, including newest!niece, who gave her mom one heck of a puzzled look when she was handed her over to a virtual stranger (me) to hold. Sis made prime rib with roasted potatoes and green beans, and it was all delicious. A good bit of the conversation was about some of my late aunt's idiosyncrasies, and how Sis #1 (who is the executor) keeps finding unclaimed accounts and such of hers.
Sis #1: It's frustrating. There were a bunch of uncashed paychecks.

Me: Well, yeah. She's been dead.

I also got to regale my nieces and nephews with fun uses for siblings who are too young to understand what's going on. Collapse )

The trip home was a pain. It was bad enough that traffic headed to the Tappan Zee was backed up to the Garden State Parkway. I half expected that. It was the jam from Old Lyme all the way to Mystic, a stretch of road that's usually deserted after 10 p.m. that really made it nasty. Feh. I wonder if Heath ever made a teleporter kit?